Let You Walk Around The World, Not Let You Catch People And Pluck Wool

Chapter 163 Come, Celebrate!

It was late at night.

Near the border line on a cloudless day.

Su Mo, Fatty, Uncle Zheng, and Dali Chen squatted outside the mourning hall.

Looking at the busy Xiaojun in the distance.

Several people looked at each other.

None of them knew how to speak.

"Brother, is it too big?"

Fatty quietly tugged at Su Mo's clothes, with Uncle Zheng behind his back, and said in a low voice

"Uncle Zheng's grandson is crazy, and the whole card is too big. If you didn't see Brother Liang's expression, you probably want your own father to lie in the small box right now."

"It's too face-saving."

"However, with such a large expense, you won't even be able to cover the money for the banquet tomorrow, right?"

Su Mo took a sneak look at Uncle Zheng and pinched the fat man severely.

Reminder not to discuss this issue now.

Didn't you see that Uncle Zheng is in a trance?

Let's talk.

After a while, if the old man can't stand the blow, why don't he just leave.

Taking advantage of the urn being empty.

Throw Uncle Zheng in?

"What a fucking talent."

Seeing that his grandson was preparing for a huge funeral in an orderly manner, Uncle Zheng sighed, shook his head and sighed.

At the same time, I decided in my heart.

When the funeral is over, this kid has to be sent to the crematorium no matter what.

It is not the material of a dry nature reserve at all.

Born to ride a horse is a crematorium to train people.

"Is nothing going to happen tomorrow?"

At this time.

Chen Dali looked at the time, hesitated for a while, got up and wanted to leave.

Squatting at the gate of the mourning hall for so long.

He suddenly figured out a problem.

That is...according to Su Mo's character of plucking wild goose, wouldn't you let him follow suit tomorrow, right?

The more he thought about it, Chen Dali felt that this possibility was very high.

Traveling day and night, driving for several hours along the way, the gas money is posted by myself, don’t get any benefits, and have to go out to share the money.

If Uncle Qin knew about this.

Can't you beat him with a big ear when you go back?

"Su Mo, I think it's almost done here, and it's getting late. Your sister-in-law just sent a text message and urged me to go back quickly."

Chen Dali's heart swelled, and he said bravely.

"Captain Chen."

Before Su Mo could speak.

Chen Yanhong, who was squatting beside her, stood up, shook her mobile phone, and grinned.

"No need, I just sent a text message to your father-in-law, Uncle Qin, saying that you are busy, and Uncle Qin agreed to hide it from his sister-in-law, and said that an old uncle of yours passed away and you were busy attending the funeral Woolen cloth."

"Oh, by the way, sister-in-law means that the share money was transferred to us directly through Uncle Qin."

"You can just wait for tomorrow's table, and at least I'll give you a few more plastic bags tomorrow, so you can pack more and allow you to sit at the children's table. They don't eat much..."

After Fatty finished speaking.

Chen Dali stared at his eyes and froze in place.

"Snapped……"

He turned his head and slapped himself.

If I knew it earlier, I shouldn't have come to this place, and I lost money again.

It was my wife who asked my father-in-law to turn around.

Fuck!

Su Mo was ashamed, and seeing Captain Chen staring at him, he became more and more strange, and hurriedly turned around and walked to the shed in the distance.

"grandfather!"

Not far away, Xiaojun hurried over with a camera in his arms.

Without any explanation, he dragged Uncle Zheng into the mourning hall.

Press the other party to sit on the Taishi chair.

"Come on, grandpa, you're sitting down, I'll take a black and white photo, so what... Brother Liang doesn't have a photo of his father in his cell phone. I'm not thinking about it. The mourning hall has been erected, so it won't work without a black and white photo. His father is about the same age as you, I will fix it in a while, and I can use it after hanging it up."

"I'll take pictures for you when I can save it."

"Come on, be more reserved, what are you doing with a frowning face? Be more festive, treat it as your funeral, don't be polite."

After a few seconds.

Xiaojun, who was beaten up by the blaster, limped away with the camera on his shoulders.

Go to the laptop responsible for making the photos.

"Snapped!"

Slap the memory card on the table.

"It's done. The photo charge is 150. I'll let Brother Liang scan the money later. This is not included in the package."

After the photo producer called up the photo, he was stunned for several seconds.

Turned his head blankly.

"Hiss, isn't this your grandfather?"

"Isn't it too dark for you to ride a horse? Isn't your grandfather's picture hanging in the mourning hall? No, shouldn't you pay for your own grandfather's picture?"

"Fuck, I understand why the owner of the crematorium said that if you can come to work, the annual turnover of the crematorium will at least increase by 30%. Anyway, you will never let the boiler idle, right?"

Xiaojun bared his teeth and accepted the compliment frankly.

compared to veterinarians.

Funeral is the pursuit of my life.

Otherwise...you wouldn't be able to fall asleep listening to the sad music every night.

"By the way, hurry up and sound the loudspeaker, let the people who come here know our location."

suddenly.

Xiaojun slapped his thigh and hurried to the sound equipment that had been set up.

Not long.

The deafening mourning sound resounded around the entire border.

...

Qindu.

"Walk Around the World" broadcast hall.

Fryer!

The entire program group was blown up.

The staff on duty at night, sitting in the broadcasting hall, looking at the mourning hall, wreaths, urns, and black and white photos in the picture, felt like ten thousand alpacas galloping past in their hearts.

"Holding funerals and collecting money from members, this...Su Mo contestant is becoming more and more inappropriate. The question is, how did Nima, a poacher, agree? My father is not dead yet. Is there still rehearsal for this event? ?”

Several staff members nearby were silent.

There is no way to evaluate.

As far as this method of hugging money is concerned, capitalists will cry when they see it.

Thanks to the fact that brother Liang, the poacher, is a bit older, otherwise, it might be a child's full moon banquet now.

"Should we notify Director Sun? Director Sun finally didn't take oxygen last night and fell asleep in the office. Do you think we need to notify the director of this situation?"

"I think it's better to notify? What if something happens at the funeral tomorrow?"

"Sure, that's it, rock-paper-scissors, whoever loses should inform the director. By the way, it's best to bring the oxygen bottle. If something isn't right, let Director Sun take a few breaths."

Several people combined, and finally a lost staff member went to notify the director.

In the office.

The staff carefully opened the door.

Step by step to the bed.

"director?"

"Director Sun, wake up, I have an emergency to inform you."

"Then what... Su Mo and Fatty held a funeral, and the banquet will be arranged tomorrow morning. Look, what will our program team do?"

Director Sun opened his eyes in a daze, and was in a daze.

After a long time.

Feeling sober.

"Just hold a funeral, who died?"

"No one died, just hold a funeral for the criminal poacher, in order to make up for the lack of bonuses paid by the animal protection department in Tibetan areas, and collect some money from the gang."

"What the hell?"

Director Sun couldn't help swearing, rolled his eyes, quickly picked up the phone, and called Chen Yanhong.

"Don't forget the 50-fold scroll. Let that criminal buy this thing. It can be regarded as a shot. It must be sold. I will give this thing to my father-in-law, and no one wants it!"